I got up early this morning and figured I better get out early if I wanted to ride, at all.
The weather has been pretty iffy the last few days, much cooler and thunderstorms kicking up, every day.
I looked out the window, patches of blue sky, mostly heavy grey black clouds circling in up against the mountain behind me.
I checked the thermometer, got some breakfast going and waited for it to warm up a bit.
I needed to get out today, blow some cob-webs out. A catharsis. Re-set the brain a bit. Put some personal upheaval behind me.
Chase the clouds away, as it were.
I finally hit the road, and when I went to take the first picture of the day, the camera did .............. nothing. Dead battery. Idiot.
I rode my beloved Peg, one of the fastest 50 miles I ever remember doing, all the while chasing the clouds.
I got home, feeling good, feeling tired and spent.
My family met me and welcomed me like a returning hero.
No pictures, apart from the one taken from home, after the ride.
I donít know if I chased the clouds away, but I did not get caught in the downpour and that means something.